Soul Split into seven
couldn't kill a boy of eleven.
has no plans of going to heaven

Love is unknown to him
his nose is made of slits

His skin feels like wax
He is evil he dosnt pay tax

He makes weird friends
which he calls deatheaters

His only pet is a snake
thin as a garden rake

Thinks he is great
Always too late

Flying without a broom
His shadow will loom

He is A bad man of all sorts
Of course he is Lord Voldemort !!